8th March, 1960

One bright fish flew onceto sink back again into visible blue, but trulytransparent water - watching this pleasing sightthe fruit blushed red, ripening to thick juices of pain.

Endangered cranes fly, escaping ceaselessly,since it is known, that underneath her white feathers existpassionate warm flesh and fat;pausing for short stalls on tired mountains;all water-songs evaporate by the wayand you then, you, oh oceanfish, you...youor look, the scattered ailing treesfoliaging expansive greenery of the worldchurn it up with their deepest, fatiguing...